GAHRYE
Gahrye prayed she wouldn't flee as Suhle's eyes went wide and her brows flew up. "I am not… I do not think—"
"You definitely are, of that I have no doubt at all," Gahrye rushed in to reassure her. "But not everyone who can do this work should." When she looked confused, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "If it were up to me I would reveal everything, explain the whole picture, but the Creator has given me great caution. For now… for now I say… will you help us identify those among the Anima who carry this scent?"
"It was so faint," she said hurriedly. "I only identified it because I was so close and I had contact with so many… I started to find the similarity between them."
"Exactly what we need, Suhle! I've only ever smelled it one person that I'm aware of. You could likely teach me—"
"No, Gahrye, I can't—"
"Please, Suhle, you have to understand, I wouldn't ask, except—"
